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Enso allowed a soft smile to ever-so-slightly curl his lips upward. The being in front of him seemed cordial enough. Of course, he had no idea that she judged to be him of undead ilk. If he had, he'd probably find humor in the classification, and the irony that he, too, had likened her to a preta.

"Hel-san, douzo yoroshiku. It's a pleasure to meet you, honored Hel," came his sincere reply, followed by another, but less-formal, bow.

This was indeed a curious meeting. Hel intrigued him - her mannerisms were unusual, to say the least; certainly, in a way that would understandably frighten many. Most feared what was foreign, unknown, but not-knowing was most intimate. To Enso, Hel was not so unlike himself under it all.

"Enso eats, sleeps, walks, and sits, madam," the monk stated simply, giving a nod of his head, "I'm curious what brings you here on this fine day?"

Perhaps his calm demeanor was a boon in this interaction, or perhaps it placed him in greater peril than had he been more defensive. Regardless, he held steady, a single ear turning toward the song of a nearby bird.